My recollection seems not to serve me anymore
Quixotic and naive like so many times before
And the world held in our hands was still so far away
Like a childhood memory now passed away

So as the wolves close in
Destroy the ones we could have been
A broken heart won’t pierce the veil
And when the atmosphere is that same familiar fear
Regress or overcome

Unwieldily interface and assumed alacrity
An unforeseen embrace which lingers interminably
Uncaring words and gestures and she turns her face away
Somewhere between comportment and regret

So as the wolves close in
Destroy the ones we could have been
A broken heart won’t pierce the veil
And when the atmosphere is that same familiar fear
Regress or overcome

And as we cling to our traditions
Just what do we expect?

Decide another course pursue forever
Protect your precious heart from the undertow
Unfettered and released from the irons of privilege
The stars are burning hot this time